Impromptu

The work-week's ended. Something deep inside
wants a small fete. And the quiet cozy home
is the best place for that. The turned on lights
cut off the kitchen from the whole big world.

And magic starts. Someone puts a recipe
in empty mind, impelling to create.
Air-filled flour, water, oil, yeast,
a little salt are mixed in dough this day.

A milky sauce is boiling in a pan,
widely expanding a cream tasty smell.
Fried mushrooms lay on a big bright-white plate,
waiting the time when the new dish need them.

A baking sheet is ready to place all.
A mushroom pizza is the best for fete
in this cold evening. Dried Italian herbs
warm atmosphere with delicious smells...

                by Thea Ariss
                02.10.2026

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